The Proposal

So if you haven't already seen the Proposal album on Facebook here it is for you again... I really don't mind retelling it over and over and over...

	There once was a dashing prince who decided to take his girlfriend on an impromtu holiday to Melbourne.  But Alas, their flight was delayed. And so he read about the latest scandal of that little skank who hangs out with St Kilda players.
They waited and waited, and eventually they were allowed to go thru the gate and to the plane beyond...
	They were both very excited, because being parents they very rarely got to go anywhere with out a little Bugg-Baby in tow.
Even taking photos of the safety instructions was exciting! (Virgin Blue did a wonderful job too... both the dashing prince and his girlfriend survived!)
	After ariving in Melbourne they took a little Skybus to their castle in the clouds...
Even if the prince thought the driving was a bit crazy for his liking.
	And their castle in the clouds turned out to be 36 storeys up. And freaking magical.
The bed was as soft as marshmallows and stuff.
	The view of Victoria Gardens was also quite spiffy. And it was overlooking this view that the prince got down on one knee and got quite nervous and cute and funny and proposed to his girlfriend who proceeded to squeal loudly and bounce around the room.
After that kind of excitement, a day of retail therapy was in order...
	And this is not part of the story but seriously, how the hell did this bug creature manage to get to the window 36 storeys up? Crazy!
Our loved-up couple then decided to head to the hotel bar and drink delicious cocktails and laugh and be merry.
	Did I mention the cocktails were delicious?
And the second best part of the day (the first being the proposal) was the MICHAEL BUBLE PART!!! Where the dashing prince patiently took photos of his now-fiance as she squealed some more in unison with a bunch of crazy 40 year old women and gay guys.
	The show was spectacular. I mean come on, it was THE BOOB. Of course he was spectacular.
They then ventured home (with weary eyes and feet) and the dashing prince's fiance realised that she hadn't done the token photo-in-the-mirror-holding-the-camera-shot-whilst-pouting pic so felt inspired.
	And at this point we shall fade the evenings antics to black and you can just guess what they got up to next.
AND THE FOLLOWING DAY. Both the dashing prince and the soon-to-be princess woke up after a full night's sleep with no early baby wakeups in a bed that felt like heaven and then ventured out into the world and had pancakes for breakfast.
	The pancakes turned them into little underground fat people.
And after shopping around for hours and hours they found the perfect ring.
	And indeed it was PERFECT.
So they spent the afternoon enjoying the sun in the Treasury gardens simply enjoying each others company.
	And that my friends, is that.